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 FAT AND LEAN THE HoPEFUL. Judging from the appearance of Morland, this truly eminent artist's works retain more the appearance of the stable than the parlour. Hone, the portrait-painter, told me a story of him when a boy. One winter morning calling on his father, who resided at Paddington, young Morland, then not more than twelve years old, was in the room during the time, when the father was called out on some business. Directly, the boy placing himself, and holding up his clothes, turned his back to the fire, and began whistling. Hone, surprised at the conse- quence he assumed, asked him where he went to school, when he replied, "None of your schools for me." What do you do at home? "Kiss the maids, demme !" At that moment the father entered, saying, " Well, don't you think my son a nice little fellow?" Oh yes! a very nice little fellow indeed. The dress, as described of him to me, then a boy, had the resem blance of a groom or jockey to a pony race; a green coat, striped waistcoat, tight leather breeches, yellow topped boots, and a coloured handkerchief round his neck. Such talents, thrown away, left to record his name! Fat And LEAN. Whilst I was on a visit to Lord Barrymore's in August, 1799, who then resided on the Steine, at Brighton, the conversation after dinner was about Pedestrianism. Bullock (at the time well known on the turf), a heavy and corpulent man, was of the party, who offered to start against his lordship, on foot, for one hundred guineas-a hundred yards, provided he would give him thirty-five, at the same time he